Thought Prints

I awake.  The clock's short hand is reaching toward 11.  Going to bed at 3:30 AM caused that late sleep.  Laying in the comfort of the bed, toes wiggling, slowly the day comes to me.  Thoughts, wishes, hopes, and memories.  Memories laced with joys and regrets.  Good choices, bad choices.  A life that is getting closer to the end.  Will it be this year?  Not likely.  Will I live well into my 90's?  Not my goal. So, having written all of this, I am looking within myself, my future, heck just today.  Really, this moment is all I have. in the distant haze there stands the mighty mountains glaciers retreating thought I was a mountain just sand by the sea petra domina ©

This summer of 2023 has been brutally hot many days.  The excessive heat has been the second highest in recorded history world wide.  Read more here .  The heat at Camp Mabry, the nearest official weather station to me, averaged the following: June 2023     -   97.9℉  36.6℃  (5 days above 100℉)        historical average - 89℉  31.6℃ July 2023      - 103.5℉  39.7℃  (6 days below 100℉)        historical average - 97℉  36.1℃ August 2023 - 104.9℉  40.5℃  (2 days below 100℉)        historical average - 96℉  35.5℃  prisoners  held captive by sun's blaze oil barons parched lips mouth prayers blessed fall © petra domina

 Son gave me the gift of a writing course.  This is an online course and I have never really taken any sort of writing course.  Never.  I am 75 and this course is attempting to teach an old dog new tricks.  Here is the last session's subject.  Description of one's self.  The result is and ASSIGNMENT:  use imagery to describe your personal state of being. The example given was a description written by Frank Kafka.  " A picture of my existence... would show a useless wooden stake covered in snow... stuck loosely at a slant in the ground in a ploughed field on the edge of a vast open plain on a dark winter night." A picture of my existence... would show a dusty whirlwind moving across the cornfield ready for harvest... filled with all it touched... surrounded by sunshine... revolutions slowing down toward its dissipation...  ending as quickly as it began. I read this to Hubby.  He has been at my side for over 55 years counting the time...